My Brother's Bestfriend-Louis Tomlinson Fanfic

Chapter 14

Jess' P.O.V.

I peeked through the window to see Louis and Todd coming towards the car.

"Shit!" I yelled. I quickly rolled on to the floor, and covered myself up with Louis' stuff. He was dead meat. I was going to kill him. He better have a good excuse for this one.

I heard the car doors open, and then a strong scent of alcohol wafted in. Obviously coming from my brother.

It was insanely hot back here under everything. I tried not to pant, not wanting to be heard.

"So this chick you did tonight, was she hot?" my brother asked. Of course my brother would bring up girls.

"Ya she was smoking hot," said Louis.

"What did she look like?" Todd asked.

"She had dark, brown long hair that fell to her shoulders, straight as could be. And these piercing hazel eyes." Wait, was he describing me? I have all those things.

"Is that it?" Todd said, hinting for more information. Watch what you say, Louis, I thought.

"She also had an incredible body. Like I'm talking ass and boobs." Louis you pig! I wish I was sitting there beside him, so I could smack him.

"Sweet!" my brother said. Really? If only he knew. "I should text my sister." I quickly nudged Louis' seat. My phone was going to ring.

"Oh I like this song," said Louis turning up the stereo really loud. Thank god he was a quick thinker. I turned my phone down quickly, it only making a few noises. My brother didn't even notice. I put my phone away hiding the light.

It was a half an hour before we arrived back in the city. Finally my brother got out of the vehicle. The entire ride they basically talked about nothing. Just my brother complaining about his girlfriend, and talking about music.

"Pull around the block," I yelled. I felt the car start up again, and move.

"Ok you can come out now," he said. I shot up, breathing in the fresh air. I crawled over the console sitting in the front seat. That's when I punched Louis, hard.

"Ow! Shit you punch hard!" he screamed.

"Ya because I'm fricking angry!" I screamed at him. He chuckled.

"Sorry babe, but I couldn't tell him no," he said, leaning in.

"What I'm I going to do now, it's way past my curfew, and my brother's gonna be pissed. Plus my hairs wet and I smell like lake!"

"Just tell him your sleeping over at someone's house, he fell for that last time."

"I guess, but where am I going to stay?"I asked looking at him. A smile spread across his face. I knew exactly what he was thinking. "No, Louis!"

"My house!" he yelled, speeding off.

"Fine but if you pull any moves, I will punch you again, and this time it won't be your arm," I said glaring at Louis.

"I promise I won't," he said smirking.

"I don't believe you," I said, crossing my arms.

"What happened to trust?" he asked smiling.

"You know what else we have to talk about other than trust? The way you described me to my brother!"

"I was just speaking the truth. You have like the nicest ass I've ever seen," he said with a crooked smile.

"I knew you were checking me out!"

"Can you blame me?"

"Fine you want to talk about asses?! Let's talk about yours. You have the nicest ass I've ever seen on any man,"I said. Honestly he did. Especially when he wore skinny jeans.